All it lacks is some little Jim Crow to hold his horse, and there is one now.

Oh, Hallie! come out here a minute!" In response to her call, a beautiful dark-haired girl came out on the porch from the hall, carrying a pasteboard shield which she had just finished covering with tinfoil.

John Jay's mouth opened still wider as it flashed a dazzling light into his eyes.

He thought it was silver.
"Isn't it fine ?" she asked, waltzing around with it on her arm for them to admire the effect.

Then she dropped down on the step above them.